Recipe for consolation: a gentle rain, a millet-eating cat, and a dear friend’s blog post. . .

I just came in with Effie from our garden and a gentle rain, and saw that Heidi had just launched a lovely post on her blog, with a heartening reminder of God’s sovereignty from the fifty-second Psalm. It was particularly meaningful for a number of reasons, most having to do with some current local political contentions, an arena which probably always involves man’s stupidity of boasting of evil. I took extraordinary comfort in the gentle rain and the simple joy of seeing Effie’s enjoyment of her wild millet, and then the focus of Heidi’s post.

Raincloud days often are so beautiful.